Bay area blues

Once upon in the bay area.

Long before the story .

 the wailing of a migrant violin.

A mermaid  playing the lyre .

Zyther on the rocks 

who speaks in ethereal riddles.

A blue night rhapsody 

chasing an American in Paris...

 You are more beautiful after love ,

before getting lost in the waters

of the bay...

Schuman resonnance makes me dizzy

and this twilight that Chopin 

will never had experienced ...

 Lucifer tore up yesterday's contract 

and sold souls .

  Damned post-industrial gospel 

on the road to Altamont ..

 I feel nostalgic for a time ,

when girls were naked 

beneath their modesty 

in night in white satin ...

 Fiery hair that offered itself

in disabled tubular beauty .

 Here ,we are confidants

of the palid hearth ,

our young wings cut by 

so many lost hearts...

Deadly orchard  

under the black moon ,

Lilith offering herself 

to the whim of a false note...

I rock out to an old Brahm's blues,

waiting for the grim-dreamer .

Its suicidal face of seaweed  

and rotten smell ...

 Now the knell has sounded.

I have to walk  the faithful god

 on the bay area ...